I'm Sorry Poems
#ImSorry
I'm sorry poems, offer your apologies here. Apologetic poems about saying sorry to friends, family, strangers or even to planet earth.
peninnah
Poem Published
26th Jan 2024 1:11pm
26th Jan 2024 1:11pm
Drinking On Wretched Memories...
Of times when my tongue was laser and blade
my ways, savage art.
I blackout on the day I broke you.
my ways, savage art.
I blackout on the day I broke you.
#regret
#ImSorry
#heartbroken #breakup
#heartbroken #breakup
161 reads
10 Comments
Tenderloin
Poem Published
12th Jan 2024 11:37am
12th Jan 2024 11:37am
Getting Over That Bump
#ImSorry
#erotic
#redemption
176 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
10th Jan 2024 1:37am
10th Jan 2024 1:37am
Free Yourself
Forgiveness…forgiveness is about letting go
Letting go of the anger and resentment toward someone else
It’s about freeing yourself of the past that cast a heavy burden
And finally being able to breathe by coming up to the surface
Forgiveness is about getting rid of those emotional chains
Those that once bound you, those that wouldn’t let you move ahead
Is about being able to see the truth that beyond all façades
We’re flawed and thus we must find absolution and make amends
Forgiveness is about releasing the thorns embedded within
When...
Letting go of the anger and resentment toward someone else
It’s about freeing yourself of the past that cast a heavy burden
And finally being able to breathe by coming up to the surface
Forgiveness is about getting rid of those emotional chains
Those that once bound you, those that wouldn’t let you move ahead
Is about being able to see the truth that beyond all façades
We’re flawed and thus we must find absolution and make amends
Forgiveness is about releasing the thorns embedded within
When...
#ImSorry
#forgiveness
#MovingOn
156 reads
7 Comments
PleasingDragon
Poem Published
6th Jan 2024 10:21pm
6th Jan 2024 10:21pm
Love means never having to say you're sorry
In the tapestry of history and prose,
Where time's mysteries endlessly unfurl,
Women, deemed fairer in love's throes,
Their depths of affection, a boundless swirl.
Men, branded at times as brutes and fools,
In the narrative of life, seeking a respite,
Women, the divine, love's guiding tools,
Teaching lessons profound, a celestial light.
Yet, in this era of apologies and closure,
Every lover yearns for words to revive,
Love,...
Where time's mysteries endlessly unfurl,
Women, deemed fairer in love's throes,
Their depths of affection, a boundless swirl.
Men, branded at times as brutes and fools,
In the narrative of life, seeking a respite,
Women, the divine, love's guiding tools,
Teaching lessons profound, a celestial light.
Yet, in this era of apologies and closure,
Every lover yearns for words to revive,
Love,...
#love
#relationships
#ImSorry #forgiveness
#ImSorry #forgiveness
164 reads
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eswaller
Poem Published
5th Jan 2024 10:40pm
5th Jan 2024 10:40pm
Forgiveness
I am sorry… the words that are dripping
From the mouth that should taste sweet
Like honey, but in the heart they taste like
Blood, full of copper and salt. Do you truly
Mean those simple words or are you tripping
Over false words and promises? Your feet
Carry you to the ocean where you dislike
The waves, but drowning in your newly
Found duty to be honest with yourself and
Those you hurt should mean something.
How can you live with yourself when you
Can feel the flames on your skin? How can
You forgive others when you cannot...
From the mouth that should taste sweet
Like honey, but in the heart they taste like
Blood, full of copper and salt. Do you truly
Mean those simple words or are you tripping
Over false words and promises? Your feet
Carry you to the ocean where you dislike
The waves, but drowning in your newly
Found duty to be honest with yourself and
Those you hurt should mean something.
How can you live with yourself when you
Can feel the flames on your skin? How can
You forgive others when you cannot...
#regret
#ImSorry
#forgiveness
126 reads
4 Comments
Diaryofabasketcase
Poem Published
31st Dec 2023 8:04pm
31st Dec 2023 8:04pm
Missing Us
I miss you
I miss us too
The way we used to be
The way we laughed
Before my tears
Before my mind broke me
I’m holding on to pieces
That somehow fell apart
I promise I will mend myself
And nurse this bleeding heart
I ask that you be patient
Just give me a little time
To figure out my place, my worth
My mind has not been kind
I see in you forever
In us I see new hope
It’s all that’s said inside my head
Just help me try to cope
I miss us too
The way we used to be
The way we laughed
Before my tears
Before my mind broke me
I’m holding on to pieces
That somehow fell apart
I promise I will mend myself
And nurse this bleeding heart
I ask that you be patient
Just give me a little time
To figure out my place, my worth
My mind has not been kind
I see in you forever
In us I see new hope
It’s all that’s said inside my head
Just help me try to cope
#sadness
#regret
#ImSorry
#heartbroken
#IMissYou
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oskar
Poem Published
28th Dec 2023 9:59am
28th Dec 2023 9:59am
back to normal
Back to normal
The festivities are over, and the morning news
is about the war in Ukraine, we are told how successful
their army is shooting down 13 drones and killing a Russian in a boat.
Regarding the ongoing slaughter in Gaza, it was hardly mentioned, one assumes it was too grisly a show
so early in the morning.
On another news channel, the boat is now a warship, and many sailors were killed
the Zelinsky regime has changed the orthodox Christmas 7th of January to Europe's calendar to the applause of UE who takes delight in such matter ...
The festivities are over, and the morning news
is about the war in Ukraine, we are told how successful
their army is shooting down 13 drones and killing a Russian in a boat.
Regarding the ongoing slaughter in Gaza, it was hardly mentioned, one assumes it was too grisly a show
so early in the morning.
On another news channel, the boat is now a warship, and many sailors were killed
the Zelinsky regime has changed the orthodox Christmas 7th of January to Europe's calendar to the applause of UE who takes delight in such matter ...
#anger
#ImSorry
#IMissYou
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rubyredheart
Poem Published
15th Dec 2023 5:13pm
15th Dec 2023 5:13pm
Stabs in the Dark
Hmmm, I just thought how…I hurt you. I keep realizing more & more just how much… I’m sorry. I know I say it over & over but I don’t know what else to do or say. I wish I could make it right…undo the stabs I put in your heart…go back & be a better friend…go back & be sensitive & really listen…go back & make different choices… but who knows, maybe I’m still holding the knife & flailing in the dark & don’t even realize the damage I cause in my own confusion. I hope not. I don’t want to be a source of hurt!
#ImSorry
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Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
10th Dec 2023 3:54am
10th Dec 2023 3:54am
Broken
The night is dark and long,
My body and brain are so wrong,
I'm a broken person,
Of that, I am certain.
I ruined my mom's only chance of fun,
Because my body wanted to run,
I had heart palpitations, I'm broken,
I can't seem to get myself to function,
My brain and my body are in a bad position,
I feel lesser than phlegm,
My health came between them,
Between my mother and a good time,
I kept her away from something sublime,
Between her and the first Christmas party ...
My body and brain are so wrong,
I'm a broken person,
Of that, I am certain.
I ruined my mom's only chance of fun,
Because my body wanted to run,
I had heart palpitations, I'm broken,
I can't seem to get myself to function,
My brain and my body are in a bad position,
I feel lesser than phlegm,
My health came between them,
Between my mother and a good time,
I kept her away from something sublime,
Between her and the first Christmas party ...
#depression
#regret
#ImSorry
#heartbroken
#confessional
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Maple666
Poem Published
7th Dec 2023 11:59pm
7th Dec 2023 11:59pm
Swing .
I had no idea how much you could miss
someone. I mean from the morning until
the dark . How you lost your happy place
in the park someone took your swing and
you’re middle aged and acting out like
you are aged five . Except a broken heart
isn’t playing games it feels like digging your
own grave but you are theoretically alive .
Living on the outside but dying on the
inside . It’s hard to see the old routines
when your heart high jacks your mind .
Your a hostage and the taker but you
can’t find the negotiator .
someone. I mean from the morning until
the dark . How you lost your happy place
in the park someone took your swing and
you’re middle aged and acting out like
you are aged five . Except a broken heart
isn’t playing games it feels like digging your
own grave but you are theoretically alive .
Living on the outside but dying on the
inside . It’s hard to see the old routines
when your heart high jacks your mind .
Your a hostage and the taker but you
can’t find the negotiator .
#sadness
#ImSorry
#heartbroken
#IMissYou
#bittersweet
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oskar
Poem Published
30th Nov 2023 8:32am
30th Nov 2023 8:32am
the remembered
a short memory
There were and still are two airports on the flatland
outside of our town, therefore many German soldiers
where stationed here.
Since roads, and bridges had to be built and maintained
there was good employment for everyone and the payment
was good, but not much to spend the money on
a German military band playing loudly in the park, a cinema showing heroic soldiers saving cats
when not killing Russians, a couple of cafes selling what was called coffee, but made of roasted peas
It was left to people, to go to meeting at...
There were and still are two airports on the flatland
outside of our town, therefore many German soldiers
where stationed here.
Since roads, and bridges had to be built and maintained
there was good employment for everyone and the payment
was good, but not much to spend the money on
a German military band playing loudly in the park, a cinema showing heroic soldiers saving cats
when not killing Russians, a couple of cafes selling what was called coffee, but made of roasted peas
It was left to people, to go to meeting at...
#anger
#ImSorry
#escape #apathy
#escape #apathy
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Notaprettypoet
Isaac
Isaac
Poem Published
24th Nov 2023 11:02pm
24th Nov 2023 11:02pm
For MJ, my Melody was once my Joy
I, am angry.
And you know,
not all of us have the iron skin of the three hundred spartans who stood against the persian hordes all alone all on their own.
While you laugh and smile alongside your comrades there are those of us who scream ourselves to sleep at night,
wondering when the next bottle of pills
The next dose of drugs,
The next hateful word
will be thrown at us with a veiled contempt only we seem to be condemned to see.
And the thoughts that follow make me angry,
angry with the world and it’s kaleidoscope of colours and...
And you know,
not all of us have the iron skin of the three hundred spartans who stood against the persian hordes all alone all on their own.
While you laugh and smile alongside your comrades there are those of us who scream ourselves to sleep at night,
wondering when the next bottle of pills
The next dose of drugs,
The next hateful word
will be thrown at us with a veiled contempt only we seem to be condemned to see.
And the thoughts that follow make me angry,
angry with the world and it’s kaleidoscope of colours and...
#regret
#ImSorry
#TimeHeals
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